Breathing in the End Times

The man that drinks the water,
in his brashness,
is slurping.
He's a curious creature. I tell you,
the man that drinks the water,
and slurps, and tells us
stories that are true enough.

How do you contend with the
slippery notion that you are a
bewildered monkey clutching
its skull in painful misunderstanding?

Workplace Tips Pt. 1

In order to avoid invitations to corporate events,
or invitations to interpersonal relationships:
hang cold cuts in your drawers.

Any time a coworker passes your desk,
they will be reminded of beef, rot,
and eventually, their own mortality.

Karate chop uterine wall drop

Eyes on the clock
rabbit panic, alice wonderland
One pupil on the center
Three more on the hour hand

A date, a date, I'm late
Bassline like schizophrenia
Impending sense of doom
coffee, tea, pop pills to help me up

Snort something like albumen
I might could want to meet ya
Conveying thoughts is confusing
Slapstick plaid skirt, hot for teacher

Brain blow, CTE, concussion gives scandal
Subtext is vocal, messages are frantic
Overload the first time with anecdotes he can't handle
2016, psychosis is romantic

I can't make you love me (cheesy)

I can't make you love me.
I understand that, there's a limit.
My heart feels full and I'm working to
understand what's in it.
You've got passion, that's for sure,
reserves you kept up on the shelf.
And I stay up for three days straight, I know
it's all for someone else.
I used to want to be together,
Now I want to believe in something better.
Now I want to advance myself and try to lead,
but that takes effort.
You do too, that's part of the reason we couldn't work out.
It's more about forgetting and trying
to get to work now.
It's more about waiting in my car
for fifteen minutes because I hate
my days, and working to forget the
lines and features that formed your face.
It's been a few years since we talked and I think
you're better for it. You look happy
in those pictures, I dumped all the ones
I had up in my wallet.
I miss you, it's cliche, yeah
sad songs and champagne.
Yeah, girls' night, you go away
sleepover with the human race.
I'm stuck thinking I might have
dealt with it all in a more reasoned day.
But shut up, it's over now, take the rest you earned.
I can't make you love me, I know that
it's the best thing I could have learned.